you say I don't do And the reason's that simple I started tweeting 'bout pimples I stopped living for moments And started living for people Yeah, you write what you
in to the "Live in the Den" show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger (Busta
cars and some like the houses with the rooftop spas and some like to gossip about some rich sugar daddies but me and my friends we like the golden brown honeys and
? na na whoa And my pussy niggaz wan' lick And my big tits son a wan' come kiss I'm me all no see when I want rudeness And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit
know very well what you say I don't do And the reasons are simple I started tweeting about pimples I stopped living for moments and started living for people Yeah you
bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes, need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and
, "Turn off that Oprah Winfrey show" (no) I got it on C-SPAN, TV-Land, and HBO The Learning Channel and MTV and Lifetime (yo) (You're gonna) You can watch anything you
for sure And I know, I know, it gets hard sometimes But don't you give up, it's gonna be better times If you believe, just believe It's no tellin' what you
hates yo' man and hates yo' friends But a bitch is a bitch is a bitch in the end (I know you you ain't call me no bitch) (Talkin about a ring and a dick
STAY OUT MY) faaaace (ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS NIGGAZ NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace (ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS BITCHES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace [Scarface] News gossip laws gossip
up north trip You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip Motherfucker don't you know
me I would ask you "Have you showered?" You wanna get up in my boat and ride Take pictures wit the kid up in Ocean Drive Go to Castatuas and sip on
peers and your competition I would hate to be a almost nigga I call ya that, 'cause you gossip like y'all almost bitches You know, went to school with Jay, and
Blueprint trios Yeah, yeah What we talkin' 'bout real shit or we talkin' 'bout rhymes? You talkin' 'bout millions or you talkin' 'bout mine What we talkin
took a picture mentally When I pulled up in a black on black Bentley And I, I really feel like she was meant for me If she wasn't then I know she was
hangin baby I know you feelin this, I'm just sayin though I know you hearin me, so don't do it baby You know I keep it real, just let me tell you somethin
you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said Just a new york conversation, rattling in my head Oh, my, and what shall we wear Oh, my, and
ex chick about to hit the exit. And right after she leave i leave the key under the mat. When you feeling kind of lonely you be free to come and chat. Know you